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Spotlight and Giveaway Somebody To Love by Shannon West

Somebody To LoveOut For YouShannon West
Genre: MM Contemporary/BDSM
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication:  6/1/15
ISBN: 978-1-936387-97-7ASIN:
Word Count: 30,500
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
If you love someone…don’t let go.
Lonely and miserable, A.J. Tucker lives a life of quiet desperation. When he’s chosen to assist an award-winning author booked to speak at his school, the teacher realizes the shameful secret he harbors could be revealed. And it’s one that could destroy his quiet, private life if his family and school board find out.
Logan Williams has come to this small North Carolina town for one reason only: to get revenge on the submissive who left him with little explanation. The powerful Dom plans to do whatever it takes to convince Tucker to resume the lifestyle and relationship he left behind.
When these two men come together in a powerful clash of wills, the love between them resurfaces. Ultimately they are forced to reexamine everything they thought they knew about one another and themselves.


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Excerpt:
“Quite a storm we had last night,” Tucker said to break the awkward little silence that had fallen between them. “I wasn’t sure my Jeep would make it here this morning.” He turned to smile at Logan politely and his face froze. Logan was gazing at him like a predatory cat—like Tucker was a juicy meal and he hadn’t eaten in a month. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, and he glanced quickly away.
 It had been almost six long years since they had been together in the same room alone like this, and Logan still made him as nervous as a teenage girl on her first date. His cock was suddenly so hard he felt like it might rip right through his pants, and he was glad for his long overcoat that helped hide it. What the fuck was wrong with Tucker thinking about how good-looking Logan was or what color his damn eyes were, for Christ’s sake? He had to get a grip on his emotions.
He took the chair across from Logan, sternly telling himself to cool it. He sank too far down into its luxurious depths almost at once. He pulled out and perched on the edge of the chair, glancing over at Logan irritably, as if he were somehow the cause. Logan gazed back at him serenely, though the fact that his gaze was roaming up and down Tucker’s body hadn’t been lost on Tucker at all. As a matter of fact, it was making him almost unbearably hot.
Sweating a little, he thought about taking off the coat now that he was sitting down. He shrugged out of it, glancing over at Logan. “Warm in here. Mind if I take this off?”
“No, not at all. I want you to be comfortable.”
Tucker glanced at him sharply to see if he was teasing him. The words were perfectly proper, but Logan had always had a knack for keeping him off-balance. He pulled out the essays from his briefcase and then dug for his pen. Damn it, he felt like he was coming off as an idiot here, awkward and inexperienced, when he wanted to be smooth and professional—typical when he was around Logan, just like in the old days. He felt himself blushing hotly as he realized he couldn’t find his pen.
 “Do you, uh…I don’t suppose you have a pen I could use?”
 Logan didn’t comment, but he did quirk up one imperious eyebrow and then nodded. Logan rose with a languid grace and rummaged through a piece of furniture by the bed before coming up with a pen.
Tucker’s complexion had always been the white, milk-fed kind that showed his every strong emotion clearly by staining his cheeks bright pink, and he felt like they must be blazing now. Once, long ago, Logan had told him it was an endearing trait. Trying to pretend he hadn’t been checking out Logan’s rather spectacular ass in his well-fitting jeans as he bent over the drawer, Tucker quickly returned his gaze to the notebook in his hand, glancing up when Logan stood over him.
“Thanks,” Tucker said tersely, taking the pen and numbering each paper. “I didn’t get a chance to do this before I arrived. I think that numbering them would be the easiest way, don’t you? That way you won’t be swayed by names or anything. Not that you would be…I mean, I’m sure you don’t know any of our kids. And even if you did, I didn’t mean to imply…that is, I’m sure you wouldn’t…” Tucker knew he was babbling but couldn’t seem to stop. Finally, he thrust the small stack of essays out toward Logan, who was staring calmly back at him.

“Do I make you nervous, Aubrey?” he asked softly.About the Author:
Shannon West currently lives in the South with her husband and family. A lover and avid reader of M/M romances, she began writing them a few years ago and now has over sixty short stories, novellas, and novels to her credit. Shannon is a 2013 and 2014 ARe top ten bestselling author. She loves men and everything about them, and believes that love is love, no matter the gender. Though there is never enough time, she tries to work every day, giving in to the demanding men in her head and writing their stories. She writes shifters, sci-fi and BDSM along with contemporary, and loves, traveling, reading and watching scary movies on TV.
For more information on other books by Shannon, please visit her official website: www.ShannonWestBooks.com
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Spotlight and Giveaway The Changing Years by Amber Kell

The Changing YearsOut For YouAmber Kell
Genre: MM Paranormal
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication:  6/1/15
ISBN: 978-1-936387-99-1ASIN:
Word Count: 25,500
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
The most important show of strength is to embrace one’s true nature.
The death of his ex-wife grants Shaun McKellan custody of his only child, and the chance to know his son after years of separation. Now a full-time father, Shaun thinks his life is finally complete…then he meets the Alpha running the town where his son attends school.
Grant Thornlin has always resisted the temptation of other men. As the Alpha, he must be strong and give his pack the impression he has invincible power. Falling for a blond, blue-eyed artist with a half-shifter son has bad idea written all over it.
How can Shaun show Grant that loving another man doesn’t have to affect his position as Alpha?
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Excerpt:
Grant Thornlin poured over the paperwork before him. Shit, he had too much going on to deal with a human trying to get his kid into the pack school. Each time he added a new member it seemed to triple his number of headaches. If it were just the kids it would be one thing but the parents tended to be the ones that needed all the attention. Dealing with a new parent, much less a human one, could only lead to trouble. He’d only agreed to meet with Mr. McKellan because he couldn’t resist his curiosity. Half shifters were incredibly rare. Most shifter/human bondings ended in no children. It was difficult for shifters to get pregnant by their true mates, much less by someone not bound in the way of the shifter.
He hoped McKellan didn’t take the rejection too hard. Grant had taken over the principal’s office for this visit. He visited the school regularly to check up on younger pack mates. The principal Dan Sonlan and all of the teachers had taken the day off for some sort of in service training, allowing Grant to usurp his space. It was only him and a skeleton staff.
The phone buzzed.
He pushed the intercom button.
“Mr. McKellan is here for you sir,” Joyce, the school receptionist said. She’d been in that seat for twenty years and Grant didn’t think she’d ever taken a day off. He offered her a vacation day once and from her expression he might as well have offered to skin her wolf. The subject was never brought up again.
“Send him in.” He pushed the button to disconnect the call.
The door opened and Grant’s breathing stopped. It took him a few minutes to get it started again.
Damn.
 A slender man with dirty-blond hair and pale-blue eyes entered the room. Grant had never seen that color in a human before. His inner wolf howled its approval. Pushing the beast down, he fought for control. Never before had a man drawn his wolf’s attention. Sure he’d looked at a passing gorgeous man or woman but not like this. Not with the urge to pounce, mark and call a man his own.
“Hello, are you Alpha Thornlin?” His soft melodic voice rolled across Grant, stroking his inner wolf.
Would it be bad form to fuck him against the wall?
“Yes, you must be Mr. McKellan.” Grant cleared his throat then stood, grateful for his long suit jacket. If he’d dressed in more casual clothes his erection would’ve been visible.  He walked around the desk and held out his hand. A roller coaster of nerves did loop de loops in his stomach.
“Nice to meet you.” McKellan slid his hand into Grant’s. Desire shot between the palms, a lightning bolt of need and want. A whimper threatened to come out but he beat it back into submission. Alphas didn’t make pitiful, needy noises like newly shifted wolves.
“Please have a seat.” He motioned to the chair opposite from him and quickly took his seat, mindful of the comforting barrier of the desk. The more things between them the less likely he’d take the innocent human to the floor and start humping him.

Crap, this isn’t good!
 About the Author:
Amber Kell has made a career out of daydreaming. It has been a lifelong habit she practices diligently as shown by her complete lack of focus on anything not related to her fantasy world building.
When she told her husband what she wanted to do with her life he told her to go have fun.
During those seconds she isn't writing she remembers she has children who humor her with games of 'what if' and let her drag them to foreign lands to gather inspiration. Her youngest confided in her that he wants to write because he longs for a website and an author name—two things apparently necessary to be a proper writer.
Despite her husband's insistence she doesn't drink enough to be a true literary genius she continues to spin stories of people falling happily in love and staying that way.
She is thwarted during the day by a traffic jam of cats on the stairway and a puppy who insists on walks, but she bravely perseveres.
For more information on other books by Amber, visit her official website: www.AmberKell.com
Blog http://www.amberkell.wordpress.com/
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Spotlight and Giveaway Gemstone by Anastasia Vitsky

GemstoneOut For YouAnastasia Vitsky
Genre: FF Contemporary/BDSM
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication:  6/1/15
ISBN: 978-1-943576-06-7ASIN:
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Can lies build a foundation for love?
Gemma Parquin has a secret. By day, she’s the center of her church’s social life. By night, she’s Mistress Lorelei on Kinklife, online disciplinarian of babygirls and all who need spanking, whipping, and—her personal favorite—figging.
No one suspects, until neighbor Celine Daniels comes across Gemma’s Kinklife profile. Stunned and nursing a secret crush, she creates an account under the name starrygirl793 and “catfishes” the Mistress…and gets more than she bargained for. Before she knows it, Celine is also leading a double life.
Meanwhile, Gemma’s best friend sets her up with an online dating service. Enter Stella, who is everything Celine is not—sophisticated, successful, and straightforward. But she doesn’t understand the kink Gemma holds dear.
How can Gemma trust Celine, who has lied to her? Or give up Mistress Lorelei in order to be with Stella? Should Gemma give up on love altogether, or can she still find happiness?
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Excerpt: When Gemma peers around the white-painted screen door, I duck behind the box hedge. She rubs the edges of the door as if expecting a note, and she reaches toward the yard. Can she see me? Calm down, Peeping Tomasina. I should have left the flowers and run, or I should have summoned the guts to knock on her door the way I did yesterday. I practiced the lines inside of my head, the ones I never dare to say.Hi, Gemma. These flowers are for you. The cookies didn’t work, helping you with church projects for the past year didn’t work, and brushing a hand against yours didn’t work. Are flowers enough to make you see me as a potential suitor and not a work group buddy?At last, she tilts her head toward the front step, stiffening and looking around in shock. She stares at the flowers once more, as if she expects them to disappear. Will she find the card? No, she isn’t touching the flowers. Why won’t she touch the flowers? Does she think they’re poisonous?Yes! She picked up the card! Does she recognize the blue sky, the heaven? Celine, meaning “Heavenly.” I wait for recognition to wash over her face, but fear crosses her features instead. Does she fear me? Does she consider me crazy to drop flowers in front of her house like a lovesick, out-of-season, May basket girl? No, that’s not it. She looks spooked or unnerved. As foolish as I feel for watching her from afar, curiosity overcomes me. When she retreats but leaves her front door open, I take it as an invitation.Heck, it’s not as if another year of waiting will make her notice me.“Hi, Gemma!” Think fast. What would explain showing up at her house now? Knocking on her door, I clear my throat in an effort not to squeak. I can keep calm and confident at work or in my daily life, but Gemma’s starry eyes reduce my knees to jelly every time I see her. I dream about her at night, and I think about her all the time. I’ve tried to give in to this silly crush, but I don’t know how. I tell myself that a good friend is better than a bad ex, but my heart thumps with delight and my arms ache to hold her. Idiot. Grow up and act thirty-three instead of thirteen.“Oh, Celine! You startled me!” Gemma glances up from her computer, and her slight frown relaxes into a smile. “Sorry, you wanted the lesson plans for Sunday. Thanks for taking the adult forum this week. Pastor Mark said to stick to the lectionary. Every time we try to bring up something topical, Nate gets on his soapbox.”Indeed he does. Milly’s husband has an opinion about everything and wisdom about nothing. He is certain immigrants are ruining America, kids these days are spoiled brats, and everything would be solved by returning to good old-fashioned times when everyone knew the rules. “Poor Milly. She loves him so much and yet at every class she wants to stuff a sock into his mouth.” As long as I focus on Milly and Nate, I can keep calm. I try, but I can’t help fishing for a response. “Oh, you got flowers!” I don’t say how pretty they are. “Yes!” Gemma’s eyes light up before she frowns once more. “I wish I knew who they’re from. I just sent a...” She blushes.
My heart leaps in my chest. “What did you send?” Did she know it was me? Did she send an email already? Had she guessed my intentions? I want to shake my head at my overeager, pathetic desperation. No wonder Gemma doesn’t notice me. If I ever earn her respect, I need to stand strong and confident. Gemma likes powerful women. She’s not as intimidating in real life as she is online, but she’s unapproachable in a different way.  About the Author:
Anastasia Vitsky –cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs - specializes in F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-long celebration of books, community, and making a difference.
She is too afraid to watch Doctor Who, but she adores The Good Wife and anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie crust.
For more information on other books by Anastasia, visit her official website: www.GoverningAna.Wordpress.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AnastasiaVitsky
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/anastasiapvitsky
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Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/anastasiavitsky
Goodreads Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6643486.Anastasia_Vitsky
Authorgraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/AnastasiaVitsky


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Paranormal Heroes with Vicki Crum

Hello and welcome to my Bewitching Blog Tour! I’m Vicki Crum, and I write contemporary and paranormal romance. My new release, Once in a Blue Moon, is my first foray into the fun and exciting world of werewolves.When I was thinking about diving into my first paranormal story, I wasn’t sure which way I wanted to go at first. Hmmm…vampires or werewolves? Which fantasy would provide the most fun for me, as the writer, and the best possible romantic adventure? I had to give it a little thought, and now I propose the question to you.            Vamps or weres?             Although I confessed in an earlier blog to having had a pretty big Edward Cullen crush a couple of years back, I have to admit that vampires usually don’t do it for me. Sure, they’re tall and dark, insanely handsome and endlessly mysterious---oh, and did I forget to mention incredibly powerful? Now I know what you’re thinking…not a bad package for a swoon-worthy alpha hero.True enough. Still, something about the rules of a vampire’s existence seem a bit limiting to me. Maybe it’s because I’m too emotionally invested in feeling the warm sun on my face, being able to splash through a mountain stream at dawn, or share a late night supper of roast beef and chocolate covered strawberries with the man of my dreams.            And then…well, there’s the whole pesky issue of not being able to have children….            Wolves, for instance, have always enjoyed the reputation of being noble creatures---fierce perhaps---but noble. The most intelligent, dangerous, and most admired species of the canine family, and I have to agree. Plus---and here is where the romantic part comes in---wolves mate for life. How cool is that?            So…take the noble heart and the intense physicality of a wolf, combine it with a passionate, virile chunk of humanity, and you’ve got the makings of a serious heartthrob alpha. Let’s give him a mane of thick brown hair, shot through with streaks of sun-kissed gold. Six feet…no, six-two, with a wide, chiseled chest and powerful arms. How about taut, toned abs, a strong jaw shadowed with occasional reddish-blond stubble, and a roguish twinkle in his deep amber eyes?            Add it all up and what do you get? Jake Benedict, my own special hero from Once in a Blue Moon.            Now all you have to do is enjoy him!           

Once in a Blue MoonVicki Crum
Genre: Paranormal romance
Publisher: Rebecca J VickeryDate of Publication: May15, 2015
ISBN: 1512032964ASIN: BOOXPWMWXS
Number of pages: 171Word Count: 70,000
Cover Artist: Joshua Shinn
Book Description:
Casey Montgomery’s lifelong addiction to “bad boys” has brought her nothing but heartache. Just as she swears off alpha males forever, a brief, torrid encounter with one of the hottest, Harley-riding, leather-jacketed hunks she’s ever seen leaves her reeling---and worse, jeopardizes her carefully laid plans to meet and fall in love with a nice, dependable nerd.
Jake Benedict has been around the block enough times to recognize his mate when he meets her, a gorgeous werewolf with a case of latent genes who doesn’t have a clue about her true identity. Jake is just the were to teach Casey about her ancient heritage and coax her feral side into revealing itself.
While Casey can’t resist the intense physical attraction she feels for Jake, she’s determined to freeze him out emotionally. Can Jake break through Casey’s defenses and prove to her once and for all that he’s one bad boy who’s playing for keeps?
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Excerpt:          Casey Montgomery snapped to attention, her gaze darting toward the street, as the snarling roar of a motorcycle engine ripped through the tranquil morning. There were two things guaranteed to make Casey sit up and pant like a puppy. One was the deep musky scent of well-worn leather, and the other was that sound—the sound of speed and power that had her blood sizzling like hot oil and a wicked vision of vibrant, seductive man shimmering in her brain. It was a conditioned response she didn’t seem to have any control over.            Casey’s gaze latched onto the bike, and the broad, leather-jacketed back of the guy who guided it deftly through traffic as though he and the bike were one. She ached with the need to see him better, to learn something about him…where he’d come from and where he was headed. To climb up behind him and hang on tight, feel the warm wind caressing her face and whipping through her hair.            Heaving her purse into the back of her lime-green VW convertible, Casey slid behind the steering wheel, cranked up the engine, and squealed backwards out of her parking spot. It was fortunate that someone was waiting to pull in behind her, slowing the flow of traffic on the busy downtown Manhattan Beach street.            What madness spurred her to dash in and out of traffic for the next half-mile or so until she was directly behind the motorcycle, pursuing it down the coastal road out of town, she would never know. But pursue it she did, as if every last brain cell she possessed had turned to rot. For as long as Casey could remember, she’d had a weakness for bad boys. Her affliction went beyond mere feminine curiosity, or even a fascination with what some might call the masculine mystique. No, what Casey suffered from was a serious case of throw-your-good-sense-out-the-window-and-jump-right-in syndrome when it came to this particular brand of men.            The stranger sat the bike with the confidence and poise of a man certain of his place in the world. He had an aura around him, something indefinable, some kind of mysterious X factor that filled Casey with a wild, reckless yearning to be near him.            When the road widened, she hit the gas and swung out into the left lane, drawing abreast of him just as a red light up ahead forced them both to slow to a stop. All she wanted was a look at his face. She willed him to turn and look at her, and when he did her breath got all balled up in her chest. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, but what she could make out below the line of his helmet—lean cheeks and a strong, masculine jaw—Casey had to bite her lip against a raw, almost feral surge of attraction.            The light turned green, and he shot Casey a smile as he revved the powerful engine and took off. She was so rattled by the brief encounter, it was all she could do to keep the VW in her own lane as she stomped on the gas pedal and shot forward after him.            Dear Lord, what was happening to her? She’d suffered through enough disastrous relationships with alpha-male types that she’d long since sworn off anyone who could even remotely be classified as a bad boy, a maverick, a renegade. A man whose inbred machismo blinded him to any other needs but his own. Even at her lowest point, she’d never behaved quite this irrationally.            Releasing her death grip on the steering wheel, one shaky hand at a time, Casey dried her sweaty palms off on her skirt. As she did so, she spotted a place to pull off the road in a secluded little turn-out and regroup. With her heart still careening along like an out-of-control bobsled, she steered the tiny convertible over into the right hand lane and off the road.            After bringing the car to a too-sudden stop, Casey turned off the engine and flipped down the sun visor to squint into the small rectangular mirror. Sure enough, her cheeks flamed as bright as a blood-red sunset. What a mortifying turn of events. Dare she hope the man hadn’t observed her chasing him down like a wild beast?Casey fanned her face with one hand, while taking a surreptitious glance around. She was parked in a shady nook across the road from a popular local beach. The lure of the ocean and the warm Southern California sun had drawn the usual crowd out to enjoy the early summer day. Ripples of laughter could be heard from across the way, mingled with the occasional bark of a dog and the ever-constant roar of the surf tumbling against the shore.            Casey’s pulse rate had almost returned to normal when her stomach leapt at the familiar purr of a fine-tuned Harley coming from over her left shoulder. The powerful machine came to a halt about fifteen feet away in a rolling cloud of loose dirt. Casey wet her lips as she watched the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on swing one denim-clad leg over the leather seat and dismount. Her mouth fell open as he ambled toward her, pulling off his helmet to reveal a healthy head of sable brown hair highlighted by an occasional streak of gold. The streaks in his hair and his deeply tanned skin testified to what she already knew—he was accustomed to spending a lot of time outdoors.            “You all right?” he asked, casually dangling his dark blue helmet from long, lean fingers.            He stood not three feet from her car, hip cocked to the side, tall and solid and so strikingly handsome Casey thought he must be a mirage.            Easy enough to find out, she thought, opening her door and stepping out. She’d come too far. There would be no retreat from this humiliating predicament, so she might as well bluster her way through. She reached up with the intent of removing his sunglasses and quickly found her wrist caught in a firm, yet gentle grip. The sharp sound her breath made as it got stuck in her throat echoed loud in the silence.            “I just wanted to see your eyes,” she said, her voice nothing more than a faint puff of air.            One dark eyebrow rose above the thin metal rim of his shades. “Yeah? I was wondering why you nearly ran yourself off the road back there.” He punctuated his teasing comment with a deliciously sexy grin.            Who cared about his eyes? That smile was enough to turn her insides to pureed squash. That and the aroma of leather that jumped out and blind-sided her as he moved in close. Leather and something even more feral. Whatever it was invaded her bloodstream and set every cell in her body on fire.            He let go of her wrist to cup the side of her face. Casey was ridiculously touched by hisgentleness even as her desire to be as close as humanly possible to this man raged out of control.            His need suddenly seemed to rear up and collide with hers. Yanking her into his arms, hepressed close, close enough that she could see every minuscule line and tiny freckle on his face.Then his mouth crashed down over hers.



About the Author:
Vicki Crum writes both contemporary and paranormal romance. She lives with her husband of 40 years in a small, enchanted seaside community in Southern California. She has two grown daughters and two adorable grandchildren, Bella and Jackson, whom she loves to distraction. Vicki loves to talk to her readers.
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In the Halls of the Mountain Troll by Tanith Davenport

Writing Strong Women
I think we can all agree that the era of the too-stupid-to-live heroine is over, or should be. Nothing drives me crazy more than a heroine who spends her time making stupid decisions and waiting for a man to rescue her. So when I write, I like to write about strong women.
My heroine Astri and her best friend and teammate Lise are two such women. While, as trollhunters, they work closely with men, they don't rely on men - except in the same way that the men in the team rely on them. They deal with men as equals, on their own terms. They're physically and mentally strong, and as a result they were great fun to write.
The friendship bond is also something I think is important in romance novels. When I first began writing romance, I hadn't read much in the genre, so I picked up two novels to see how they worked. One had a brilliant heroine with an equally great best friend, supportive and fun while also smart and sexy. The other had a ditzy, shoe-obsessed, helpless heroine with a best friend who staggered around in the countryside in stilettoes and a minidress. I nearly threw that one out the window.
The only snag with writing Astri as such a physical, independent woman was drawing her relationship with my hero, Kai. Kai is a researcher, not a very physical job. Can we handle a hero potentially less strong than the heroine?

Well, we'll just have to see...

In the Halls of the Mountain TrollTanith Davenport
Genre: Erotic romance
Publisher: Totally BoundDate of Publication:  29 May 2015
ISBN: 9781784305741
Number of pages: 62Word Count: 15188
Cover Artist: Posh Gosh
Book Description:
Astri Ingebrigtsen has no time for romance. A member of an elite team of trollhunters, tasked with controlling and concealing the troll population, her days are too full to focus on anything else, so filled with nightmarish brutality that her nights have become dreamless. So when hot researcher Kai joins the crew to help them in their latest job, hunting a mountain troll, Astri ignores the chemistry between them—something her jealous teammate Micke fails to do.
Astri knew Micke was a jerk, but even she never expected him to send Kai up into the mountains alone to face the troll, unaware that she was asleep in the trailer. Now, trapped in the mountains with a destroyed car, she and Kai need to work together to confront the creature, and their bond grows—but even if they get out alive, can Astri trust Kai with her heart?Excerpt: 
Rain spattered the windows of the café, mist making the sunlight bleak. At a table by the wall a man was sitting with a breakfast tray, a small stack of paper on the seat beside him, oblivious to the sideways glances given by the other customers. His messy beard, tousled brown hair and heavy duffel coat gave him the appearance of a slightly cleaned-up vagrant.“This place is too expensive.” Astri Ingebrigtsen dropped her food on the table and sat down across from him, throwing her dark hair back out of her face. “At this price these eggs should be gold-plated.”“Get Micke to pay.” Otto grunted, looking down as he dug through his paperwork. “He wanted to stop here.”“I did. He moaned.”Otto rolled his eyes just as Micke appeared beside him, breakfast in hand. Without a word Micke picked up the papers then dumped them unceremoniously on Otto’s tray before sitting down with his own.“Paying for Lise’s too?” Astri asked casually.“Get lost,” Micke snapped.As Lise joined them with her own food, Astri turned her attention to her breakfast, smiling to herself. Micke was so easy to wind up.But God, it had been a miserable week. She cast a rueful glance out of the window to where their trailers sat in the car park, each attached to a Jeep. They were a necessity when they were on a job that required travel, but try as they might, it was impossible to keep them properly warm inside, even with the help of space heaters and extra blankets.And this had been a long job. Traveling every day, out hunting every damned night. She was beginning to think it would never be over.Otto was spreading a map out on the windowsill, eating his svele one-handed as he ran a finger along the road markings. The shrill ring of a mobile phone cut through the air and he cursed, dropping his fork and burrowing his hand into his coat pocket.“Otto here.” He paused. “Not yet. We left Trondheim this morning.”Astri exchanged glances with Lise. This sounded important.“We should get there around two. We’ve booked ahead. Tell him to wait in our cabin.” Otto hung up the phone and eyed Astri and Lise, who looked back at him innocently.“That was Gunther. Our new addition will be meeting us in Orkanger.”“What did you say his name was?” Lise asked through a mouthful of bread.“Kai. Kai Amundsen.” Otto glared at Micke, who had let out a dismissive snort. “Enough, Micke.”“We don’t need more people.” Micke twisted in his seat to face Otto, his mouth twisted in disgust. “Too many of us attracts attention. And we don’t need a greenhorn holding us back.”“We’ve been over this. We need his research to capture it.” Otto held up a hand to forestall any further response. “This is not negotiable. Eat.”“He’s right, Micke,” Lise cut in. “We’ve been chasing it for weeks. This could mean we finally catch it.”Micke slammed his fist on the table, making the cutlery jump. “I do not need some college student to tell me how to do my job. When he’s never in his life caught a tr—”“Micke!”About to snap back at Astri, Micke caught her eye and shut his mouth. Astri hastily scanned the room to see if anyone had overheard.
It didn’t seem like it. A few heads had turned at his outburst, but apparently nobody had picked up on that last dangerous word.
About the Author:
Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
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Spotlight and Giveaway Master Takes a Name by Sean Michael

Master Takes a NameOut For YouSean Michael
Genre: MM Contemporary/BDSM
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication:  6/1/15
ISBN: 978-1-943576-05-0ASIN:
Word Count: 26,700
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Before he can embrace his future, he must accept himself.
Kael is happy with his life. A consummate sub, he’s out, proud, and surrounded by good friends. Then he hears about Master L, a new Dom who has all the twinks aflutter. Kael’s curious, but not unduly so, until he and the stud do a scene. Then he understands the commotion. But since Master L only ever tops a sub once, when it’s over Kael is determined to forget him, even if he has to go on holiday to do it.
Liam is deep in the closet, but the Dom known as Master L also has needs. So far, he’s kept his identity a secret by never choosing the same boy twice, and frequently changing venues. After his scene with Kael, Liam finds himself fixating on the sub and willing to break his one-time only rule. But will it lead to heartache or happiness?
Available at “You want some water, honey?” his best friend asked, coming to lean against the bench Kael had been bent over.
“Thanks, Ben.” Kael stretched, showing himself off to his best advantage under the lights. “I love the stage you guys built. So cute.”
“We try. I know we're an underground group, but we try to make it nice.” Ben offered him the sealed bottle of water. “You looking for something more tonight?”
“Sure. I mean, I don’t want to offend... uh...”
Ben brought their hands together. “The newby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t worry about it. He’s riding a high from topping you. And he’s going to be snapped up by the twinks here tonight. He’s just what they’re looking for.”
“Rock on.” Kael leaned against his best friend for a second. “So, is the new guy here? He’s got everyone’s panties in a knot.”
“You mean Master L? I don’t think he’s new. He only comes in once every month or so. Well, he used to. He’s been here more often lately.” Ben chuckled. “He’s gone through quite a few boys. Doesn’t do repeats, from what I can see. He is a dream, though.”
“Yeah? Roger let you play with him?” Kael knew the answer to that. Roger didn’t share. Ben was his and happy for it. It was fun to tease, though.
“I never even asked!” Ben rolled his eyes. “Man, I fell for that one, didn’t I? You want me to find out if Master L is here tonight?”
“You totally did. It’s cool. I’ll wander. If I’m supposed to find him, he’ll find me, right?”
“God, you’re so Zen, it’s disgusting.” Ben laughed and rubbed noses with him. “You’ll know him when you see him. His eyes are like lasers.”
“Oooh. Sexy!” He smooched Ben playfully. “Breakfast tomorrow, yes? Before the rally?”
“Master Roger and I will be there.” Ben squeezed his hand and headed off, no doubt to make sure the next couple on the little stage had everything they needed. Ben was so handy.
Kael wandered from the stage area to the rooms in the back, checking out who was there. He wasn’t really looking for Master L. At least that’s what he told himself. He was just looking for a good time.
Something in him tightened when he caught sight of a big man in the corner. The guy had a commanding presence, for all you could only half see him in the dark. Yummy. He’d take six.
Kael headed slowly that way, threading through the crowd. When crystal blue eyes found him, he almost stopped, feeling pinned in place. Mmm. The new-to-him Dom.
He let himself ease over, stand close enough to see. This guy was a stunner, tall and boasting some great muscles. He had short blond hair that was styled into a pseudo mohawk that was all the rage right now. And those eyes were indeed blue, the Dom staring at him.

“Good evening, Sir.” Kael offered a smile.

 About the Author:
Sean Michael, often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
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Feast of FatesFour Feasts Till DarknessBook OneChristian A. Brown
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: September 9, 2014
ISBN: 978-1495907586Number of pages: 540
Word Count: 212K
Book Description:

"Love is what binds us in brotherhood, blinds us from hate, and makes us soar with desire.”
Morigan lives a quiet life as the handmaiden to a fatherly old sorcerer named Thackery. But when she crosses paths with Caenith, a not wholly mortal man, her world changes forever. Their meeting sparks long buried magical powers deep within Morigan. As she attempts to understand her newfound abilities, unbidden visions begin to plague her--visions that show a devastating madness descending on one of the Immortal Kings who rules the land.

With Morigan growing more powerful each day, the leaders of the realm soon realize that this young woman could hold the key to their destruction. Suddenly, Morigan finds herself beset by enemies, and she must master her mysterious gifts if she is to survive.
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Christian A. Brown has written creatively since the age of six. After spending most of his career in the health and fitness industry, Brown quit his job to care for his mother when she was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma in 2010.
Having dabbled with the novel that would eventually become Feast of Fates for over a decade, Brown was finally able to finish the project. His mother, who was able to read a beginning version of the novel before she passed away, has since imbued the story with deeper sentiments of loss, love, and meaning. He is proud to now share the finished product with the world.

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6 Most Powerful Necromancy Glyphs: Guest Author Anna Abner

In the Dark Caster Series, I write about necromancers who channel a spirit's power with a lot of self-control and the help of a spell circle. Here are a few of my own--admittedly amateurish--drawings of what I imagined in my head while writing Spell of Shattering.

1: [bell] Bell; a symbol of power that hangs suspended between heaven and earth

2: [bridge] A bridge between worlds and a link between what can be perceived and what is beyond perception

3: [scales] Scales; the mystic symbol for justice

4: [fancy M] Virgo; symbolic of dual—positive and negative--forces


5: [anchor] Anchor; represents salvation and hope



6: [harp] Harp is a bridge between worlds



Spell of ShatteringDark Caster SeriesBook 4Anna Abner
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Mild Red Books
Date of Publication: June 20, 2015
ISBN 978-0-09914031-4-1ASIN: B00XDBNURI
Number of pages: 275Word Count: 70K
Cover Artist: Jaycee DeLorenzoat Sweet & Spicy Designs
Book Description:
Dive into the heart-pounding final chapter of the Dark Caster series!
If the Chaos Gate opens…
Demons will infest the world.
When the charismatic mayor of Auburn hires junior agent Jessa McAvoy to acquire him a very specific property, she hopes this is her big break. She’ll do anything to make her first real estate client happy, but the one favor he asks of her is impossible—convince her former friend Derek Walker to come out of hiding. Doing so will not only bring her into the orbit of dangerous casters, but force her to confront long-buried feelings for her missing friend.
After failing his tasks for the Dark Caster, necromancer Derek Walker is hiding in Alaska from his humiliating defeats as a card-carrying member of an evil dark cabal. But when his old boss begins opening the Chaos Gate, there is nowhere on earth Derek can hide. With no other options, he must return to the last place he wants to go—home.
When Derek Walker joins forces with Jessa and the entire Raleigh coven, the dark cabal’s biggest disappointment may be the only thing standing between earth and total destruction.

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Excerpt:
Spell of Shattering (Dark Caster #4) by Anna Abner Excerpt
With a little pressure, Derek Walker punched his boning knife through the throat of a dead Silver Salmon. Working the knife like a saw, he removed the head and tossed it into the trash, and then got to work gutting the unlucky creature. Bright fish blood swirled in the lake below, creating an abstract waterscape.Bo’s voice carried over the sound of the lapping tide. "Ice is the strongest element there is," he shouted at Stubby.They were certainly surrounded by the stuff. Bits of frost clumped in Bo’s scraggly beard, heavy snow clung to drooping tree limbs, and gray clouds swept across the sky ready to shower ice upon their heads at any moment. Derek hoped the storm would hold off a little while longer, though, at least until the men finished fishing."Bullshit." Bo’s friend Stubby dug through the nearby cooler but came up empty. The six-pack was long gone, and it wasn’t even ten a.m. Frustrated, Stubby spit brown tobacco juice into the mud. "Fire's stronger than ice."Derek shifted weight from one foot to the other and skidded in the mud, catching himself on a rock. It may be August in Alaska, but the wet ground around Bear Lake at first light was cold and seeped through his sneakers."No it ain't," Bo argued. "Glaciers carved up the earth, you dummy. A few drops of frozen water will break boulders." He waved Stubby off. "You don't know what you're talking about."Stubby seemed to take the argument personally. "Fire melts ice. End of story."Derek prayed it was, but of course, it wasn't. Bo and Stubby could argue for hours over the most accurate brand of deer rifle, the stoutest superhero, or the most potent tequila. The latest debate over nature’s most dangerous element could rage on for days.Derek sliced up two beautiful fish fillets and wrapped them in paper for his boss’s dinner. Most likely, Derek would sear them on the grill with some peppers and serve them up tonight to a small house party of world-class belchers and bearded survivalists on Bo’s deck.It surprised Derek he could even wield a knife or a BBQ grill in his condition. The memory spell Holden Clark had hit him with four months ago had devastated his mind. Literally. He may as well have dropped him headfirst from a forty-story building onto broken glass and concrete. Holden had stolen every single memory, skill, and instinct Derek possessed, leaving him alive but hollow.Waking in a hospital bed blank and vulnerable had been the most terrifying moment of his life. He picked up the second fish and attacked it with the knife.Generally, the work he did as Bo’s assistant was exhausting, which suited Derek just fine. He didn’t need the money. He needed the distraction.Actually, it wasn't that much different from the work he’d done in Auburn as Rebecca Powell's assistant. Then, he’d redecorated houses, delivered paperwork, sometimes picked up coffee and her dry cleaning, and most of the time surfed on his computer or chatted with Jessa McAvoy, the adorable junior agent working as Rebecca's protégé. Here, he bought groceries, cooked rudimentary meals, lugged trash to the dump, and drove Bo home when he drank too much.Whether it was good living or not didn’t enter his mind. It was just living."All done, boss," Derek said with effort, throwing the last of the slimy scraps into the trash and tucking the fillets into the cooler. It was a constant struggle to form words and transfer them to his tongue. He was getting better, but he feared he would never be whole again."Anything else?" Derek asked, rinsing his bloody hands in the icy lake."Yeah, run into town and get another twelve pack, will ya'?" Bo asked."Sure." He ambled for Bo’s pickup, jingling a ring of keys as he went.“You’re putting too much weight on your bobber again,” Stubby accused. “You’ll never catch anything that way.”“You don’t know what you’re yammering about,” Bo shot back. “I’ve caught twice as many fish as you have, and that’s just today!”Derek climbed into the truck before he caught Stubby’s reply.He didn't care. He didn't care about much anymore. Even after the memory-destroying spell had been reversed, he still wasn't the same. Like tying shoelaces. He just couldn't get it. No matter how many YouTube videos he watched, he couldn't make the bunny go round the tree or the fox go in the hole or whatever nonsense he was supposed to do with ease. It worried him how much he didn't remember. What else was gone, never to return?Kissing, for one. Surely, he must have kissed a woman at some point—he was a grown man—but he couldn't recall specifics. Or even gather the desire to try it again. It seemed silly to him. That and sex. Bizarre, pointless endeavors when he had other much more important stuff to worry about.Like how he was…"…A huge fucking disappointment," the spirit spat at him. "A total waste of good space. You think you deserve a second chance? What have you ever done…"A grizzly of a dead man with a full beard and hunters cap hovered beside Bo’s truck, a gleeful smile on his pudgy face. For the past four months, the ghost had been his unwanted but constant companion.Derek tuned out the ranting. It was getting a little easier. Night was the hardest. Trying to sleep while a nasty ghost screamed obscenities and curse words at him from the ceiling was challenging. Ear plugs only muffled the noise. They didn’t erase it completely.The irony was, Derek was especially good at shield spells. With a spirit’s assistance, he could produce an invisible barrier impenetrable to both magic and spirit chatter. With a spirit of his own, Derek could cast banishing spells on all the ghosts the Dark Caster sent to torment his every waking moment. But Derek didn't have a spirit companion anymore. Robert had been destroyed back in Auburn, North Carolina in the magical fiasco that had stolen Derek's memories. And a necromancer without a spirit was just a man.Almost the way a stray, foul-mouthed ghost couldn’t do any real damage without a necromancer to channel his spirit power.He and the taunting soul were in the same boat—stuck with each other and frustrated.It didn’t make listening to his insults any easier.“Go away,” Derek murmured.“What’s that, you miserable piece of crap?”Clenching his jaw, Derek glared through the mud-streaked windshield at his new boss reclining in his favorite camp chair.“Lost your voice?” the spirit taunted. “Loser,” he chanted. “Imbecile. Idiot.”Alaska seemed far enough away to be safe.So far, the worst the Dark Caster had managed since Derek’s escape was the big-mouthed ghost clinging to the inside of the truck.Derek cranked the engine and steered away from the lake at a leisurely five miles an hour. Driving was something he had only re-learned since he’d been in Alaska. With the way Bo drank, it was a necessity.Derek drove slow. Probably too slow. He remembered, vaguely, driving his former sports car fast on long, lonely stretches of highway, taking turns at warp speed and weaving recklessly through freeway traffic. Not anymore. Now, he was worse than an old woman. He didn't drive the speed limit. He drove under it. When Bo teased him about it, which Bo loved to do at all times about all things, Derek blamed it on the rain and snow, but it honestly had little to do with weather conditions.Just one more thing Holden Clark had stolen from him.He parked in front of the town's shopping center, bypassing a hardware store, a smoke-filled tavern, and the post office to pull open the heavy glass doors of a grocery store. Derek selected a twelve-pack of cheap, cold beer from the refrigerator case in the rear of the shop, and when he spun around, he came face-to-face with the eighteen-year-old checkout girl."Hi, Derek," she said, grinning brightly.It was too cold, too quiet, and too depressing to be so happy."Hello," he returned, veering around her."Going fishing again?" she asked, trailing him down the baked-goods aisle."Bo is." Derek didn't fish. He’d never learned and didn’t see the point."I love to fish," she exclaimed, scampering behind the register as he set the beer on the counter. "I'll teach you how. I mean, if you don't know how. Do you know how?"While he rearranged possible responses in his mind, he studied the girl. Lea, read her nametag. She was young and dewy, and he envied the ease with which she spit out words, but something was missing. There was no light in her. An overabundance of enthusiasm, but no inner glow.The thought of touching her in any way, let alone kissing her, made him slightly queasy. Definitely uncomfortable. And not in a good way."No, thanks," he said, the same as every other time Lea had invited him somewhere.Her face fell. "Oh. Yeah. Some other time."He paid for the beer with Bo's credit card and turned to leave."You're gay, right?" Lea called after him. "That's it. You only like boys?"He lowered his eyes and exited fast, tossing the beer in the cab of the pick-up.Derek had been called worse in his life. It hardly bothered him anymore. He knew what kind of person attracted him. At least, he used to know. Since Holden's spell, it was hard to say what turned him on anymore because nothing did.He just wasn't interested in being tangled up in someone else's life. Or worse, someone tangling up in his. Because his was a twisted disaster of epic proportions.To prove it, as if Derek held any doubts, his least favorite ghost appeared in the seat beside him.“Worthless,” he repeated, making his voice purposefully ominous. “Worthless…worthless…worthless…”Arriving at the lake a bit distracted, Derek stomped around thick-trunked trees toward Bo and Stubby's camp chairs and silently arranged the twelve-pack in their cooler."Thanks, my friend," Bo exclaimed. "Come pick us up later.""I will." Until then, Derek would be working on his cabin. Struggling, he finally spit out, "Text me if you need anything."Once Bo and Stubby started drinking, though, they’d be arguing good-naturedly and downing cold beers for hours. Derek would have the rest of the day to himself.“…just kill yourself already…you spineless worm…” The Dark Caster’s spirit trailed him toward the truck. “…cut your own throat, and I’ll laugh while you die…”Or maybe not.

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Anna Abner lived in a haunted house for three years and grew up talking to imaginary friends. In her professional life, she has been a Realtor, a childcare provider, and a teacher. Now, she writes edge-of-your-seat paranormal romances and blogs from her home in coastal North Carolina about ghosts and magic. You can connect with her online at AnnaAbner.com.
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Spotlight and Giveaway To Overthrow Evil by Sam Crescent

To Overthrow EvilOut For YouSam Crescent
Genre: MM Paranormal
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication:  6/1/15
ISBN: 978-1-943576-02-9ASIN:
Word Count: 20,600
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Before they can be out together, they must rid their pack of the evil within.
Sean Ridge, the Alpha’s son, harbors a dangerous secret about his long-time best friend. Ben, the son of their pack’s Beta, also happens to be Sean’s destined mate.
However, same-sex matings are forbidden by pack law and those who defy tradition risk death. To survive, Sean and Ben must live a lie. But they’re not the only two who want pack law to change. A group of wolves are planning an uprising to overthrow the evil Alpha.
Will Sean and Ben choose to run and forever look over their shoulders? Or will they take a stand and fight for the right to choose their mates and live in the open?
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  Excerpt:
          Sean Ridge and Ben Frizz stared out of window toward the forest while the rest of the pack ran. It was a full moon, and only those of the pack who were unable to change stayed indoors. The hairs on Sean’s arm stood on end as he thought about what he’d just witnessed.             “I don’t know if I can stop being sick,” Ben said, putting a hand to his stomach. They were both seventeen and the best of friends. Their fathers were the alpha and beta of the pack. When they were both old enough they’d take their places, bringing protection and guidance like both of their fathers before them.
            Sean no longer looked toward the thick forest but down at the town square where two men had been made an example of. The very sight of them, hung up on posts, sickened him. There were a couple of people who were admiring the death before them. His own father had done this before his very eyes. He’d never known and never wanted to know anything like it again.
            “How could they punish them, Sean?”
            “I don’t know.”
            “When you’re mates, it shouldn’t matter. Both men were mates.” Ben shook his head stepping away from the view. “I can’t look. I don’t know how those people can even stand to look at it.”
            “Both our fathers did that, and those people agree with it.”
            “They’re outlawing same-sex mates. If they don’t leave the pack, they’re going to kill them.”
            He didn’t know what to say. Leaving the sight, Sean sat on the bed, drawing his knees up against his chest. He didn’t know if another pack allowed same-sex mates.
            Closing his eyes, he tried to hold in the shudder as he recalled his father’s disgust.
            “I will not have this disgusting order in my pack. If any of you wish to fuck one of your own sex get the fuck out, or you will end up like these two dirty bastards.” His father had spat on the floor, the disgust inside him clear for all to see.
            “Mates don’t have a choice, Sean. Those two men lost their lives because the fates decided they were supposed to be together.”
            “And our fathers made sure they couldn’t. I don’t know what to say, Ben. We can’t allow ourselves to worry about it. Our mates will be women, and we won’t have to deal with our fathers’ wrath.”
            Ben came to sit beside him. “I’m not worried about our mates. I don’t want to be part of a pack that can do that to fated loved ones. We’re a pack. There shouldn’t be any law above mates, and yet we’ve just witnessed two men humiliated and murdered.”
            Shaking his head, Sean rested his chin on his knees. “I can’t think about this right now. I really can’t.”
            In one quick move, he left the bed to rush toward the bathroom. He brought up all of his dinner until there was nothing left. Sean heard Ben enter the bathroom while he was throwing up.
            “It’s okay,” Ben said, rubbing his back.
            Resting his head on the side of the toilet, Sean didn’t know how much more he could take. He loved his family, but his father had very strict beliefs. Over the last couple of months he’d witnessed a vile destructive quality to his father.
            “Is it okay?”
            “They might be the only two out there.”
            “I doubt that. Dad is going to tear this pack apart. There’s something different inside him, Ben. An evilness that unleashes near every full moon.” Tears filled his eyes, which he tried to force down. It wouldn’t do him any good to cry.
            “We can survive this together. I swear.” Ben grabbed his head, and Sean didn’t do anything to fight his touch. This was his biggest secret. Every time Ben put his hands on him it sent warmth throughout his entire body. Lately his dreams had been consumed by Ben. Every time he closed his eyes, Ben was there, talking to him, guiding him, kissing him, loving him.
            The hotter the dreams, the more excited he became.
            Licking his dry lips, he pulled out of Ben’s hold. He couldn’t hurt his best friend and, the way his feelings were going, he could easily do it.
About the Author:
Sam Crescent is passionate about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got that first acceptance in 2011.
She loves creating new characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.
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